Friday, June 27, 2014

Why I can't finish my play

As everyday goes by that my play is not finished, I read more about what is going on in and around Indian Country.  Every morning I wake with a new ending for my play, changing my views depending on what I had read the day before.
You see, my writing takes place in my head in the early hours of the morning.  The grey skies slowly light my bedroom because of the missing slat on my vertical blinds.  I look up at the ceiling to where the time is being projected from by rocket ship alarm clock.   My eyes are slow to adjust to the morning light, as well as the distance to the time.  Go back to sleep I try to tell my brain!  We agree to disagree and I begin to play out the different scenarios the ending could be.  I should reach for the notebook that is next to my bed to get these few moments of brilliance, but my brain convinces me that we'll remember it once we wake up.    This morning I had it!  But as I opened my computer, my brain got sidetracked as we tried to find the file I had made with yesterday's ending.  I lost it.  It is gone.  I had the ending this time.  So I sit and catch up on my social media and the vicious cycle continues.
This morning I was struck by the video from the San Fransisco Giants and their "Native American Heritage Night" where a woman asked a headdress wearing fan to take off the headdress.   What strikes me is not the request, but the general public that is walking by watching this scene unfold.  They may or may not know what has just transpired, but it is one comment that gets me.  I realize that had this been a different circumstance, I may have yelled the same thing, but because this is a native woman being man handled by police I took offense at this woman's comments, "Just shut-up and he will".  I am no better than any one else, I love to watch a good train wreck, but as I slow my pace to watch the wreckage, a part of me feels an overwhelming sadness that brings tears to my eyes.    
With this thought, I contemplate the end of my play.  Wanda needs to make a decision, is she or isn't she?  Well according to the dialogue and her circumstance she is.  

But is there a difference between being Indian and being an Indian?

Great.  Something new to ponder.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Fringe Festivals!

When my writing partner and I started our online creative sessions, we were dreaming big.  In one weekly discussion we began to talk about where we would take our shows once we were ready to hit the road.  Another friend had recently gone to Edinburgh for Fringe and we wanted to do the tour of the different festivals.  That talk stopped once we got down to writing. 
But with this new found energy that I have, and the near completion of my show, topped off with my helping out a local Hollywood Fringe show, I am looking back into it.
Last year when I was in writing class, one of my classmates signed up for the Festival.  In a show of solidarity, I signed up my show.  I never participated, because I didn't like the end result and I had honestly forgotten to complete the sign up.   But cheers to motivation. 

What is Fringe?

Fringe theatre is theatre that is not of the mainstream.

Here's a line-up of potential places: (let me know one's you're fond of)

Montreal Fringe